The Middle Child
The oldest is the responsible, trustworthy child. The second oldest is the rebellious for attention type. The youngest is the baby, always adorable and eternally youthful in the mother's eyes. The second to last is the intellectual, geeky one that the parents are proud of. And then there's the middle child. Forever yearning for attention, but never greedy enough to ask for it. A little on the weird side, a bit artistic or musically inclined. Nice, but not so nice that people notice and think, aw what a sweet kid, their parents must be lucky. The middle child is similar to being a tree in a school play. You're there, but its not like people care. The tree in the play might go to practice everyday. They might work just as hard as all the other actors and actresses. But, they're just a tree. And they'll always just be a tree. You remember the lead, and the secondary characters, and even the kid next to you in the auditorium who spilled pocorn all over the floor. But not the tree, cause they're forgettable. Its understandable, but no one wants to be forgettable. Being forgettable sucks.